45 INT. SHRECK CONFERENCE ROOM——NIGHT 45

    Max turns away from the window， stunned by his own

    violence. Even more stunned， when he sees：

    Chip， who's been standing in the doorway.

    MAX

    I …… it was terrible， I leaned

    over， and accidentally knocked

    her， out ——

    CHIP

    （cool）

    She jumped. She'd been depressed.

    MAX

    （beat， then nods）

    Yes. YES. Boyfriend trouble ……？

    CHIP

    （shakes his head）

    PMS.

    He turns and walks out. Max watches his son go， seeing

    him in an entirely new light.

    46 EXT. SHRECK ALLEY——NIGHT 46

    Miss Kitty， summoned by her desperate owner， now appears

    …… leading cats of every shape， color and demeanor from

    every direction. Selina's cat crawls up onto Selina's

    blouse and begins to breathe into her mouth in an eerie

    feline C.P.R. ballet.

    A Siamese whispers in Selina's ear. o-cute Tabbies

    snuggle against the soles of her feet. A scraggly Tom

    viciously bites her finger. Selina's eyes fly open.

    47 INT. SELINA'S APARTMENT——STILL LATER THAT NIGHT 47

    Battered， bloodied， and clutching Miss Kitty， Selina

    re-enters her apartment. She is the malevolent antidote

    to her poignantly pleasant previous self. She stares in

    unmoving， but torrid self-contemplation. Then she

    explodes into vivid montage：

    With a black spray paint can in each hand， Selina attacks

    everything pink and eggshell——carpet， couch， wallpaper.

    With uncoiled wire coat-hangers， she sets about trans-

    forming her Murphy bed into something weird and painful.

    She flings her childhood picture off the wall into a

    mini-bonfire （that includes her sad Christmas tree） set

    up on her kitchen-nook table.

    She lustily shoves a stuffed unicorn into her garbage

    disposal. The carnage of other ex-cute toy creatures

    are spread about.

    Miss Kitty races about， purring in delight.

    With a sewing needle， Selina repeatedly stabs her doll's

    house， annihilating the micro-detailed rooms. In close-up，

    the rooms seem to be invaded by a giant silver missile.

    Next， with the same needle， we see her stitching together *

    something slinky， stretchy and black. *

    Then she assaults her feel-good neon sign. With bare

    fists， she punches out the last letter of the first word

    and the first letter of the second， turning "HELLO THERE！

    into "HELL HERE！"

    48 INT. SELINA'S APARTMENT——THE NEXT MORNING——DAY 48

    As the sun rises through the windows， Selina sits in a

    lotus position on the floor of her very redone apartment.

    She is wearing her sinful black hand-sewn cat-suit. She *

    slides a pristine bowl of milk to her content cat and

    speaks in a sultry voice. Her Catwoman voice.

    SELINA

    I don't know about you， Miss

    Kitty， but I feel. So. Much.

    Yummier.

    49 OMITTED 49

    thru thru

    56 56

    57 EXT. GOTHAM PLAZA——MORNING——DAY 57

    MECHANICS hustle about the tree， trying to fix it.

    Bruce Wayne gazes at this hapless exercise， then moves

    past the torched Bat merchandising toward the Shreck

    building.

    58 INT. THE OUTER OFFICE——DAY 58

    Max and Chip stare， expressionless， out the shattered

    office window. Snow has wisped into the office.

    MAX

    …… I hope nothing——I don't know，

    "icky" happened to her. Devoured

    by stray reindeer， or …… Bruce.

    Bruce Wayne has just entered. As he shakes with Max， his

    eyes drift to the window.

    BRUCE

    Hmm. Primitive ventilation.

    MAX

    Damn those Carny bolsheviks the

    other night， throwing bricks at

    my windows ——

    BRUCE

    No. No glass on the inside.

    MAX

    （fidgets）

    Weird， huh？

    59 INT. THE CONFERENCE ROOM——DAY 59

    Bruce sits at the circular conference table. Max paces.

    MAX

    I'd offer you coffee， but my

    assistant is using her vacation time.

    BRUCE

    Good time， too.

    （pointedly）

    Everyone but the bandits seem to be

    slacking off till after New Years'.

    Max aggressively sits knee to knee with Bruce.

    MAX

    Not sure I like the inference，

    Bruce. I'm pushing this power

    plant now only because it'll cost

    more， later. And a million saved

    is a million earned ——

    Bruce SNAPS open his briefcase， pulls out a bound report.

    BRUCE

    I commissioned this report. *

    Thought you should see it. *

    Ostentatiously bored， Max flips through the thing.

    BRUCE

    I'll cut to the chase， Max： *

    Gotham City has a power surplus.

    I'm sure you know that. So the *

    question is： what're you up to？ *

    Max jumps to his feet.

    MAX

    "A power surplus"！？ Bruce， shame

    on you —— no such thing！ One can

    never have too much power.

    Chip， standing tall beside his dad， vehemently nods.

    MAX

    （pious）

    If my life has had any meaning，

    that's the meaning.

    BRUCE

    Max， I'm gonna fight you on this. *

    The Mayor and I have already spoken *

    and we see eye to eye here. So ——

    MAX

    Mayors come and go. And heirs

    tire easily. Really think a

    flyweight like you could last

    fifteen rounds with Muhammed

    Shreck.

    BRUCE

    I'm not scared of you， Max.

    He shuts his briefcase and stands.

    BRUCE

    Not compared to that "Cobblepot"

    person you're promoting……

    MAX

    （derides）

    Scared of Oswald， are you？ Why，

    if his parents hadn't eighty-

    sixed him you two might've been

    roomies， at prep school！

    BRUCE

    "Oswald" is linked to the Red

    Triangle Gang. I can't prove it

    but we both know it's true.

    MAX

    Wayne， I'll not stand for mud-

    slinging in this office. If my

    assistant were here， she'd already

    have escorted you out， to ——

    WOMAN'S VOICE， OS

    —— wherever he wants.

    Bruce， Max and Chip all turn， to see：

    Selina， as she sashays in. Assertively dressed and

    coiffed， hand bandaged but head held high.

    SELINA

    Preferably some nightspot， grotto，

    or secluded hideaway ……

    （to Bruce）

    You look good in a suit.

    Recognizing her as the spirited woman he'd stared at in

    the plaza， Bruce gives her a warm smile.

    MAX

    （stunned）

    Selina？！ Selina …… Selina ……

    SELINA

    That's my name， Maximillions.

    Don't wear it out， babe， or I'll

    make you buy me a new one.

    MAX

    Uh， Selina， this is， uh， Bruce *

    Wayne.

    BRUCE

    We've met.

    SELINA

    Have we？

    Bruce realizes his "error."

    BRUCE

    Sorry. I mistook me for somebody

    else.

    SELINA

    You mean mistook ME？

    BRUCE

    Didn't I say that？

    SELINA

    （amused）

    Yes and no ……

    Bruce steps forward. Gently takes her bandaged hand.

    BRUCE

    What happened？

    MAX

    Yes， did —— did you injure yourself

    on that ski slope？ Is that why

    you cut short your vacation and

    came back？

    His steely smile says： answer "yes" or else. Selina

    shrugs.

    SELINA

    Maybe that broken window over there

    had something to do with it， or

    maybe not， it's blurry …… I mean，

    not COMPLETE amnesia …… I remember

    Sister Mary-Margaret puking in

    Church， and Becky Riley said it was

    morning sickness.

    And I remember the time I forgot

    to wear underpants to school， and

    the name of the boy who noticed

    …… Ricky Friedburg， he's dead

    now …… But last night？ Complete

    and total BLUR. *

    Max trades looks with Chip. Then： *

    MAX

    Selina…… Please show out Mr. Wayne.